Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boz Scaggs,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.